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Harry Potter and The Omniscient by Argetlam22
Format: Novel
Chapters: 25
Word Count: 38,772
Status: COMPLETED
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Mild Language, Mild Violence, Scenes of a Mild Sexual Nature, Substance Use or Abuse
Genres: Horror/Dark, Mystery, Action/Adventure
Characters: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Moody, Shacklebolt, Voldemort, OC
Pairings: Harry/Hermione
First Published: 10/25/2011
Last Chapter: 07/18/2012
Last Updated: 07/18/2012
Summary:
Many thanks to Bellatrixx at TDA for this gorgeous banner! Harry's family is reunited, but the Dark Lord's last Duplicant remains at large. And when the Duplicant begins hunting them, Harry has to choose to hide his family or fight. But how can he fight a wizard armed with the warped Invisibility Cloak, a cloak that now knows everything? Will Harry be able to outwit the last, most powerful Deprotegum and its master? Sequel to Adverra Effect
Chapter 1: The Worrying Wife
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Chapter 1
The Worrying Wife
The sun was just setting over London, its last rays reaching out as though to embrace the city. Pink and gold washed over the vast sprawl of buildings, painting it in an almost serene glow. Deep in the forest of civilization, a hidden house unbeknownst to any without the secret kept a family of three safe and warm.
"Grgh," James gurgled, reaching for the dancing hangman Harry held above his head.
"Harry, don't tease him," said Hermione from the kitchen. "You know he's got the most horrible habit of sticking toys in his mouth."
"Lavender said it's healthy," Harry replied, jiggling the magical toy. James giggled and did his own childish impression of clapping. "Part of learning, she said."
"He's learning to choke on his playthings." Hermione entered the room with a platter of muffins and tea.
"He's not even touching it," Harry protested.
Hermione sighed. Setting the platter on the coffee table, she walked over and gently tugged the animated figure from Harry's hand. The little man went still as soon as it hit the wooden surface beside the plate.
With a flick of her wand, Hermione conjured a cluster of butterflies, which commenced chasing each other above James' head. Sufficiently distracted, he gurgled and giggled, his hands waving.
"Now," Hermione said, turning to Harry, "if you're quite finished playing..."
Her next words were lost as Harry kissed her gently. The last week has been very heated between them as they celebrated being a family again. Harry was often exhausted in the mornings, courtesy of a high enthusiastic Hermione during the nights. It was a price he was willing to pay for happiness.
She pulled away a moment later and said, "Don't distract me." Her eyes sparkled with amusement.
"D'you have any plans?" Harry asked. It was a layered question.
Hermione smirked. "Maybe," she answered. Then she became serious. "I need to talk to you about something."
He sighed. Whenever they weren't otherwise preoccupied, Hermione constantly grilled him with questions regarding his upcoming trial. Unlike his previous encounters with the Wizengamot, Harry wasn't innocent this time. Not entirely.
"You said," Hermione begnam doggedly, "that there is one more Voldemort..."
"I think there is," Harry replied. "Probably the original, if your research is right."
